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The Aftermath

In the place of former tenderness
There is nothing but rage, resentment, and regret
I can still talk about this
But I know it’s bad for my mental health
It’s for the best if I move on
But the thoughts of you that I try and place to the back of my mind
Always float back up again
Coming out like word vomit
I just need to say your name
Words come out in a sweet poison
As I tarnish your name with dirty gossip
While on the inside only thinking of
How much I miss you

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